T.R.E.S.T. Chunks


T.R.E.S.T.

Chunks

Self-release (17/02/23)


T.R.E.S.T. deliver a prog-length single (by punk standards anyway) full of crusty riffs, junk shop drums, grinding bass, and filthy vocals.


Chunks drops with a doomy slash of distortion and the slap of a kick drum. Tension builds throughout the intro with an irritable guitar melody, and a head-nodding groove from the rhythm section which is loose in all the right ways. The scene is set… here comes the noise! 


The tempo picks up as riffs cascade downwards and we enter full D-beat mode. It’s a classic sound that’s familiar to fans across the punk spectrum, but one that’s neatly crafted and delivered with a manic intensity. The vocals are a stand out, mixing high-frequency shrieks and stomach-churning gutturals. It’s a useful contrast of styles that keeps the listener on their toes.


The production is superbly gritty and true to genre, which is somewhat surprising in the modern age given the propensity towards quantising and drum samples. It’s a sound that I imagine is an accurate representation of their live show, which for The Editor is always a positive.


If you enjoy the dirtier side of punk with a raw production, T.R.E.S.T. are more than worth a blast.


Judge for yourself: https://trest2.bandcamp.com/track/chunks

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